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[inagutterson]

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Note: I work Mon-Fri and I'm basically away 11 hours a day but I do tags in gdocs and I try to do a round a night. Timezone is GMT.

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[limier]

[ a snort, ]

I imagine that they call it le courante. You will never meet a Mother who claims to dance. Yet every one, a complaint for old bones — I am passing fond of my own, call it nostalgia.

There is half a bottle of wine in the drawer of my desk, with the elfroot.

[ should she be enabling this, probably not. but maybe it’ll make him more likely to forgive her when she bribes some runner into leaving him food. ]

[inagutterson]

[Been a while since he's been to Orlesian parties for work, he has to catch up on that for a moment.]

Orlesians got to go ruining currants too, what do wrinkly things in buns got to do with dances unless they've named it after their shrivelled old faces. I think old humans look more like prunes myself.

[Deflect. Deflect not even with humour but the most inane sort of chatter he can muster.]

See, this is why I'm here. Hangover cure next to the wine. That's sensible. If you can figure out how we keep a greasy fry-up in there we're laughing.

[limier]

[ primly, ]

The finest cure for a hangover is a brisk morning run, followed by solemn prayer and contemplation upon the subject of temperance.

But we make do with what we have, no? [ why, it's downright charitable to forego the finest cures for others ] If I begin keeping livers in here, people will ask questions.

[ namely: whose. but old dwarves don’t look like anything at all — and there’s a joke she isn’t itching to tell. ]

At any rate, should the Maker’s grace not preserve us, a good pickling may yet.

[inagutterson]

[If he was talking to any other Templar and not the one that's been good to him, the one that's actually just Wren first, Wren that's smart and funny and other words that might gnaw at him so best not, he'd ask what one she's praying to. The dead one or the one that turned their back.

But it's Wren, and Wren's solid so he just snorts.]

Assuming you can find your legs, s'how people go losing their knees. Only tempering I know is forges.

I could make sure they don't. [Casual. Call in a favour or six, examine the ragged edge of a nail the whole time.] Someone'll have the plans for this place knockin' about. Or develop a passion for the stables since everyone knows what the dracolisks go for, only way to get in and out safe if you can't comfortably stroll through the legs.

[Come to dinner with the family, see for yourself what those old faces look like it's wild.]

Speaking of, try not to in Orlais? Never know when the trends change.

[Don't die or get maimed or he'll saddle the nugs and ride out or something terribly dramatic.]

[limier]

Soldiers are always in fashion. Better to keep an eye to new styles, no? Before they might be imported.

[ no one burns their uniform until they've a suitable replacement. something shiny and new, all the buttons attached? you still need to wear it in. to make sure it fits the way you need it to.

if her threads are running thin of late, this is an opportunity to show she hasn't split a seam. ]

A week, perhaps two. I will keep you appraised. Keep ahead of the scales until then, if you please.

[ of dracolisks, of justice — or at least, the steel that passes for it in dim light. it's all dim in darktown. ]

[inagutterson]

If you see Emeric, send him my love.

[Prepare yourself on the return trip for your homecoming, please and thank you.]